na

The sight inside the guest roo

rashed with cheap, aggressive pink decorations. Tacky wall decals, a massive plastic baby gym, an

he was wearing Nathan's oversized gray hoodie. She had

r open, she ass

be," she cooed, turnin

with round cheeks full of collagen and big, harmless eyes. Sh

he plastic rattle in her hand slipped from he

refoot, I carried the commanding presence of a wom

k. "Wh-who are you?" she stammered, h

my expression c

ly to me, you are asking who I am?"

d at me as if I had just s

started crying again. The loud,

ed to the crib, awkwardly scoo

as a baby boy. And on his head was

s exact

heart into powder. The air left my lungs. I couldn't br

hest, glaring at me with the defensive pos

own to the pit of my stomach. I pointed a steady f

off," I s

tch the collar of the hoodie. Her eyes instantly we

ng with manufactured victimhood. "Nathan left it

I stepped closer, invading her spa

y are you?"

ter. "I'm Misty," she declared, as if the name

me meant absolutely nothing to me.

at, my expensive watch, and the sheer authority radiat

ing from scared to self-righteous. "A

ruck me across the fac

up in my throat, but I force

I was an ex-wi

d ignorance. "Nathan told me. He said you guys broke up and

the situation crashed over me. This wasn't just infid

right?" I

went bankrupt. He said he only lets you come back here som

e of delusion. The woman who bought this multi-million do

. Arguing with an idiot

napped a clear, high-resolution photo of Misty standi

ash we

oing?!" She lunged forward with her

the screen and slipped the phone back into my p

who is paying the prop